Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!
MATSUO BASHOWhen composing a verse let there not be a hair’s breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.
More Matsuo Basho Quotes
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How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers.
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Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
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There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
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Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
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The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
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The basis of art is change in the universe.
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Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
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Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
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With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves, a butterfly Floats and balances.
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Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
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Old pond, frog jumps in – plop.
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Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.
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Year’s end, all corners of this floating world, swept.
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The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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